Luyện nghe bài hát Light Pollution

John A. was a good man
He used to loan me and mic stands
He even got me a
To the Review

to records in his basement
Old songs about the government
It's love of not the market
He said fuckers push on you

And yells, it don't cry
Whatever sells will
But there's no when you die
So don't so worried

He got a night life, his day job
Pushing papers, swinging
Anything to a function
Or to occupy time

You gotta this living somehow
You're good as dead a bank account
But funny how alive he has felt down
In unemployment line

With all trash at his feet
The of piss in the street
All of filthy empathy
For the way we're

Don't
worry
Don't

The billboards
The flags wave
The anthem's playing
The baseball was letting out

And all at
You saw the and heard
tiny sound
Got in his truck and turned

Drove out through the and the cops
out past that center mall
Drove out that sickening sprawl
Out past that fenced in

And maybe he lost
Fucking the radio
But I bet the stars so close
At the end

At the end
At the end
At the end
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